Whether fightin', or spittin', my discipline is cell division Got you backin' up, in a defensive remission. A mass-kickin' anthem, heavyweight or bantam Holdin' cancer ransom, the microphage phantom.
Seems it's Stage Four, this the new fight joint Like a broken chemo kit, you're missing the point! We dominate your squamous with offense that's no nonsense My stem cells hit, get your reinforcements!
We strike quick at Hodgkin's, duckin' ICE picks, Bare-knuckle meds through my wrists, beat you lifeless. Never survive, cysts! Get forgot like Alzheimer's. Tumor zappers, gamma rays with boron primers.
The raw rhymer, turning lesions to old-timers, My incisors like a viper, bitin' through metastasizers! New PET scan ink, and we about to make you painless Take a couple Percs, and we'll stick 'em in your anus!
Count me in as a Tru fan. While I'm doubtful of the show's future (though things are looking good from what I'm reading here), I feel quite fulfilled with this season's content and would be satisfied on the basis of this one season only.